I do NOT own Oban Star Racers.
-Each betrayal begins with trust.
Phish
A dull sound was caused by the empty cartridges once they fall against the marble floor of the room. The smell of gunpowder hung heavily in the air, because the bullets. The avatar looked with some bewilderment to his ex-partner.
- It appears that your aim is ready. Although I do not understand why you want to use these antiques ...-was heard to say by the avatar.
- As far as I know, some types of laser can t drill certain types of skin due to the hardness of it, however, these bullets are not simple, are strong enough to go through and the material they are made is ... peculiar - she replied dryly while reloading the gun.
In short, that comment was the clearest (and somewhat disturbing) he had heard from her since the first day of her arrival. From the start she had been quite elusive with some questions, not to mention the serious tone she had adopted and although had been unusual at first, it was over for overlooking, believing that it was something she had taken from his father.
- Anyway, I'm sure with this pass your exam Space Academy on Earth, as a driver and gunner. If you want I could send a recommendation or something, even - could not complete the sentence. The surprise and the loud sound of the cannon drowned the words in his throat as he fell to his knees to the floor.
That made no sense, he had become the most powerful being in the galaxy, would live more than anyone else in this dwell and his body had become incredibly more resistant than before and still felt as blood flowed from the wound that crossed his chest, the pain was intense and seemed to get worse, felt like the floor was filled with blood, his blood. In a mixture of despair and bewilderment, he looked at his ex-companion, looking in her eyes something, anything to explain what happened so suddenly.
Eva looked at him with those beautiful crimson eyes, now seemed to have darkened slightly, her eyes held the same expression of seriousness that she had all that time, unchanging, unfeeling, cold.
- That will not be necessary, Jordan.